The Virgin Duet(50)
“Oh, God, Bray,” she says shakily.
“Just Bray, baby. God isn’t getting anywhere near this pussy.” Tink lowers her pussy on my face and I get to work.
I lick and suck and finger her to three orgasms before her legs can’t hold her up anymore. I came sometime before the first orgasm hit her, and I came again on her sixth one without even touching my cock.
We are a sticky mess as we fall asleep and all I can think is I hope we are stuck together like this for eternity.
“Let’s take a look at the baby, shall we?” Dr. Long says. Normally this is done by a technician, but I have personally contacted her to make this appointment and explain that I want special treatment no matter what the cost. Money always seems to make people more agreeable.
I start to have a panic attack when we walk into the OBGYN’s office, but luckily Tink feels it, and just by holding my hand, soothes me. I have so many fears when it comes to her being pregnant and having a baby, but I know as long as she’s with me, I can do anything.
I sit in a chair beside Tink and hold her hand as the doctor puts the jelly stuff on her stomach. “You’re far enough along, Mommy. Would you both like to find out what you’re having?”
“No.”
“Yes.”
We look at each other and smile. “Tink, I need to know. There is so much that is unknown and I can’t stand any more surprises with this baby. I have to have control over something.”
She reaches up and touches the side of my face, and she sees all the anxiety I have in my heart about her and our child. I want to give her everything in the world, but I need this. She gives me a small smile and nods in concession. “Okay, let’s find out,” giving the doctor the okay.
After a few minutes of going through the motions and the doctor telling us our baby is healthy and growing like it’s supposed to, some of my anxiety leaves and I feel like I can breathe a little.
“Looks like there’s a stem on the apple. Congratulations, it’s a boy,” Dr. Long says, and I feel like the smile on my face is so big it could break records. I look over at my little fairy and she’s all tears and laughter. I lean over and embrace her and we have a quiet moment together of just being profoundly happy. I would been happy no matter what we are having, but finding out together is special and something I’ll always treasure.
As we exit the doctor’s office I don’t see Hank’s car. “That’s weird,” I say, and continue to search the parking lot for him. I feel the hair rise on the back of my neck, like someone is watching us, and wrap my arm around Tink, holding her tight to me. I feel exposed standing outside, and pull out my cell. “Let’s go back inside and wait. It’s not safe like this.”
She looks up at me but nods her head in agreement as she uses her hands to protectively cover her belly. Just as we turn around, I spot movement out of the corner of my eye and I hear flashes going off. I look around and suddenly we are being swarmed with cameras and phones and paparazzi are everywhere. “Hold tight to me, Tink,” I snarl and pick her up, all but running to the doors of the doctor’s office. I have to elbow a few people out of the way and my panic rises as they crowd us and ask questions about who Rebecca is and how far along she is. I realize I’m holding my entire world in my arms and it’s my job to protect them. I shut down my panic and do what needs to be done. When I make it through the doors, the nurses at the counter rush to help us. They take Tink and help her to a wheelchair and start questioning her. I see Dr. Long come out and she’s over with her in an instant to make sure she is all right. The paparazzi are outside the building, but the windows are tinted so they can’t see in.
Immediately, I pull out my cell and start calling Hank. When he doesn’t pick up, I know it’s bad. I try three more times just to be sure, and when there’s still no answer I give up. I’ve got to get Tink out of here before I can worry about Hank. He’s a big boy and well trained. If he’s not dead, he’ll find a way home.
“Here,” Dr. Long says, and hands me her keys. “I’m parked in the private lot out back, take my car and get out of here safely. Rebecca is a little shaken up, but otherwise okay to leave. I have no idea how the press found out you were here, but I’ll find out and take care of it. I promise you this won’t happen again. I can come to your home for visits from now on.”
“That would be much appreciated, thank you,” I say, and pick Tink up.
“I can walk, Bray,” she whispers in my ear, but I ignore her. We both know Hank being gone isn’t a good sign and if this is the only thing I can do right now to protect her, I will.